Big Shots' battles had little impact on the ground war, as Fire Lizard armies continued to pour into the Wizard's fortress city, wearing down the number of Wizards with a casualty rate of five or even ten to one.
It was a profitable affair for the Fire Lizards.
There were only so many Wizards in the Red Sun World; one less Wizard with every death. As long as enough of them died, the Wizards' front line would eventually collapse.
Wizards were not robots; high casualty rates could also lead to a collapse in Wizard morale.
Boom!
A fireball exploded, the black flames turning the last Fire Lizard Warrior in the alley into ashes.
Having dealt with the last enemy, Richard leaned against the wall, somewhat exhausted.
A black crow flew in from outside the alley, its claws still clutching a steaming, fresh heart.
"Caw, a Dragon Cursing Sorcerer's heart, nearly at Level 3."
